Friday, January 4, 2013

What in the
world could these three activities have in common?As I settled into the routine of dorm life at
the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill these became part of the
unofficial schedule of events and entertainment.Each of these events shared a common
connector which helped build friendships and enlightened my college experience.

There were five
of us who lived next door to each other on the first floor of Graham Dorm.Since we did not partake of the “evil weed,”
alcohol became the libation of choice.Beer was our favorite but because we were each too poor to buy it on a
regular basis, it was reserved for special occasions.Our fallback drink became wine, Boones Farm
Strawberry Hill to be specific.Occasionally someone bought a bottle of Apple and we all scolded him for
not paying attention.

Every Friday
night was poker night for any of us who were staying on campus for the
weekend.We met in one of our rooms and
set up a card table and played well into the night.Since we were all card sharks and big time
wheeler dealers we had to set a bet limit to 1¢.If we didn’t, the game would be over after a
couple of hands.

One of the rules
of play was the bottle rule.We played
until someone won enough hands to be $1.oo ahead.At this point we took a break from cards and
walked up to the little convenience store located on Franklin Street to buy a
bottle of Boones Farm for 99¢.We
returned to the game and played until the next dollar was won.

This usually
continued until one of three things occurred. First, everyone ran out of money.
Since we were college students we had very little money and we were smart
enough not to bring all we had to the table. This typically occurred around
1:00 AM.

The second
game-ending occurrence was the closing of the little store.This normally occurred at 1:00 AM.Allowing for an additional hour to finish off
that last bottle of Strawberry Hill we wrapped up the game by 2:00 AM.

The third reason
to stop the game rarely occurred but it took a devastating toll on any plans
you had for Saturday.It occurred when
the games were played too fast and $1.00 winners happened too often.This lead to a condition where no one was
able to walk to the little store and no one else cared.

Ah, Friday night
poker was fun.

Another periodic
occurrence that happened several times each semester was the infamous “panty
raid.” Usually between 9:30 PM and 10:30 PM a loud clatter of noise arose out
on the quad. Guys from the other male dorms on the north campus crossed our
quad of 5 male dorms yelling that immortal call to arms, “Panty Raid,” as they
marched to Cobb Hall which was an all-female dorm in 1972. By the time they
reached Cobb there would be close to 1,000 people in the group.

Whether it was
Cobb Hall or one of the other female dorms of the north campus the event played
out same. Forget any preconceived ideas or anything you might have seen in a
movie about panty raids.

As the crowd
began to arrive at the girl’s dorm several campus police vehicles would drive
up and park across the street.Usually
three of the largest policemen walked over and one stood in front of each
door.The one at the main entrance would
knock on the door and tell the house mother to lock all the doors and first
floor windows.The rest of the police
sat on their vehicles and watched the show.

The crowd of
guys gathered across the front of the building and began chanting “Panties,
Panties.” I know it sounds corny, but no one said guys were smart when animal
instincts took over.The girls gathered
at the windows of the upper floors looking out and laughing.Every so often one would throw a pair of
panties out the window and the crowd went crazy. It was like a shark feeding
frenzy.Looking back I realize this
stage of the event was similar to chumming the water when you go fishing.

After the crowd
was worked up by the occasional panty, the girls moved to the next and most
exciting part of the show.A girl would
lean out of the window and dangle a pair of panties teasing the crowd and
getting everyone to bunch up in a tight group.When the timing was just right the girl with the panties suddenly pulled
back into the window very quickly.Before the group below her window could react, four arms came out with a
trashcan full of cold water which was dumped onto the group of guys standing
directly below.

This process was
repeated several times until the crowd got bored and quietly dispersed.
All you could hear as we were leaving was the cat calls and laughing from the
dorm and the laughing from the campus police.

As for me and my
friends, we only had to see the bait and switch occur once. We were smart
enough to stay in the back and avoid the soaking which was sure to come.We stood there and laughed while we shared
our bottle of Strawberry Hill, which one of us always had stashed.

The final
activity was the anti-war marches of that time.In 1972 the Vietnam War was still going on and the anti-war sentiment
was very strong on college campuses across the country. UNC was no
exception.By the spring of 1972 the
lottery for the draft had occurred and with my draft number I knew I did not
have to worry.In many ways I was very
apathetic about the war and to be honest viewed the opportunity to march as another
fun thing to do.And, as I look back
most in the crowd felt the same way.

There were two
big opportunities I had to participate in anti-war demonstrations that
spring.The first was a big
demonstration to be held in Washington, DC.The activists had put up flyers around campus about the Washington march
indicating that UNC organizers were chartering buses to take students to DC to
participate.For $50.oo you got a bus
ride and chance to see the nation’s capital, which I had never done.This was a great opportunity.

I went back to
the dorm, called Dad and asked if he could put $50.oo into my account.I explained I had an opportunity to take a
bus excursion to Washington DC and see the sights.He thought for that price this sounded like a
great opportunity to learn about the nation’s capital.He told me he would get the money together
and let me know when it was in my account.

I not sure how
but he found out this was a trip to Washington to demonstrate against the
war.When he called me back he didn’t
need to use the phone because he was yelling so loud I could have heard him all
the way from Aurora.He proceeded to let
me know that if I went on that trip he would pull me out of school so fast I
would not know what hit me.Needless to
say I did not get the money nor did I get to go to Washington.

Later, I did
participate in a large demonstration held on the campus.On that particular day my friends and I were
out sunning in the quad when we heard and saw a large crowd of people marching
by on Raleigh Street. We decided this looked like fun and followed the group,
after we grabbed a couple of bottles of Strawberry Hill.We marched up Raleigh Street, then down
Franklin Street and back south on Columbia St. During the entire trip and later
as we assembled on the quad in front of South Building there was a constant
chant of “1, 2, 3, 4 we don’t want your F---ing War.”

After the march
and while everyone was standing in front of South Building one speaker after
another got up in front of the crowd and ranted about the war.The true activists stood in front and cheered
them on.

To the rest of
us it was just another party.It wasn't
long before this cloud of “funny” smelling smoke began to fill the air and the
party began.As for me and my friends
out came the Boones Farm and we joined in.

As you have
probably figured out Boones Farm played an integral part in making each of
these events a memorable college experience.

About Me

I grew up in Eastern North Carolina in the small rural town of Aurora. My early years were spent working on my grandparents' tobacco farm and exploring my world of family, friends and school.
After marrying my high school sweetheart in 1972, I moved to Lakeland, Florida where I spent my adult years raising a beautiful family and working in the citrus industry with over 39 years of manufacturing management experience, selling realestate and being a writer wannabe, all at the same time. In my spare time I attended and graduated from Florida Southern College while working full time and starting a family.
I am still married to my high school sweetheart and have 3 beautiful children and two wonderful grandchildren. Life is not always easy but in the scheme of things it is fun and gets better everyday.
Come join me on this great adventure, remembering the past and building the future.